Trivia fact: Irrera's middle initial is F.
B. F. Irrera.
Think it over for a sec.
That reminds me.
A couple, three, years ago, on Skins's island, he of the expanded rectal aperture was asked by another primitive about the nature of his, uh, internal abdominal injury.
This was like, two or three years after the event.
He insisted it was that diverting affliction that ails primitives who don't eat enough fiber and roughage.
But those of us who were there at the beginning remember it well; his original story was that his "husband" had jammed something up in there--not the male appendage, but some foreign object that was
way too big and didn't belong there. At the time, I got the impression it might've been a watermelon or a bowling ball.
He was in the hospital a very long time, although all he ever did was bitch. All these surgeons and physicians struggled mightly to save his life, and he was pampered and coddled and fed well courtesy the taxpayers of New Jersey, but apparently he thought he got less than what he deserved.
If I'd been law-enforcement accompanying the ambulance to pick him up, I would've arrested and held the "husband" on charges of attempted homicide; I'll bet there was blood all over the place.
